Post by blackhart on Sept 9, 2010 22:24:41 GMT -5
.Static.
The static fades into a scene. Yes, once again it's time for UGWC TV! But the normal high spots of moments and matches aren't being played, that means it's not your normal UGWC programming. The scene is of a brilliant throne room. The egg white carpet, the brilliance of a chandelier hangs to give a classical look. Wait, this camera crew has been here before. And sitting on the throne of gold and velvet is that pale master of dark royalty, the shot caller of the hideous, monstrous mountain of a man next to him.
The Lee's Summit lunatic, the Unholy Pope himself, Osirus Blackhart. He doesn't say a word though as the camera crew move silently on the smooth rug. Osirus, dressed in leather pants large black boots and a royal dress shirt, seems lost in thought. His dual eye colors seem distant, like he really isn't looking. Almost like DarkBain's eyes, those cold, empty beady eyes.
A new figure creeps into the picture. UGWC journeyman Jason Reeves. Dressed in blue jeans and UGWC staff shirt he tilts his head at the distracted Blackhart. He turns his head back to the camera and shrugs.
J.R: Should we disturb him? He did request for some time.
Camera Man: Anything that'll get us out quicker.
Jason nods in agreement. Although this room is magnificent, the hallways leading to and the rest of the building is not up to par. Jason takes a deep breathe and leans in.
J.R: Mr. Blackhart? You wanted to speak to the UGWC?
O.B: I did.
Jason jerked back a bit. Osirus slowly moved. His neck and joints could heard cracking. DarkBain still didn't move. Blinking, Osirus rises. His platform boots made him tower over Jason.
J.R: Outlast was a few days ago. What did you think?
O.B: Sole survivors die too.
J.R: Excuse me?
O.B: A new champion was crowned. A new crown to take.
J.R: Are you speaking in parables?
O.B: (snarling) Mere mortal.
Suddenly the oak door burst open. DarkBain came out of his trance and we could hear the man beast growl (Can humans growl?). Two bald men in all black are holding a woman by her arms. The woman had red hair but was butch chopped, close to her head. Her slender body hardly noticeable through her red robe. The camera crew maneuver out of the way to show the three unknown individuals across Osirus and the sneering DarkBain. Osirus doesn't move, and neither does the monster.
O.B: What is the meaning of disrupting me, children?
One of the bald men bowed graciously to Osirus. Osirus just nods in return.
Bald Man: Master Osirus, sir. This servant girl was caught buying vanity supplies when shopping.
O.B: Oh? Vanity supplies? And why are you to be vain, my child?
The other bald man threw the sobbing woman towards Osirus. She slowly looks up, fear has overcome her.
Woman: Forgive me master! I had a stubborn pimple that wouldn't pop. I wished it to be gone.
O.B: Where is it?
Woman: On my cheek, sire. Please forgive me.
O.B: Rise.
Osirus walks with a regal slow pace as she mustered courage to get to her feet. He places his bony hands on her head and his eyes scan her. His slim thumb touch her cheek. The camera zoomed in and on her fair skin, we could see a red bump hardly visible.
O.B: And you wish for it to pop?
Woman: Yes sire!
O.B: Fetch me a pair of pliers.
DarkBain, with heavy footsteps, gave walked up behind Osirus and tapped him on the shoulder. Osirus turns around and DarkBain has in his hand needle nose pliers! Osirus looks at his monster strangely.
O.B: What were you doing with pliers, DarkBain?
DarkBain just gave a muffled growl, similar to the old Lurch. Osirus looks at the camera with a cunning smile.
O.B: I love having servants that can't talk.
DarkBain gave another muffled growl and slowly walks back. The camera is focused on Osirus and the sobbing woman.
O.B: Brace yourself child. Because this is going to really, really hurt.
Osirus places the pliers on the woman's face and applied pressure. The woman lets out a agonizing scream until some sort of liquid gushes from the spot. He slowly turns the pliers and applies pressure the other way. She screams again as more green and red liquid oozes from her clogged pore. He pulls away from her and she drops to her knees.
O.B: My dear, I don't think that was a pimple. Go take her... somewhere. I don't care where. Damn it smells!
The bald men quickly took the woman away. A visibly shaken Jason Reeves comes into the scene now. Osirus sniffs the pliers that has some of the puss, blood or whatever it is on it. He looks at Jason.
O.B: This smell to you?
Reeves puts his hand over his mouth.
O.B: Trashcan is behind the throne.
Reeves rushes behind the throne as DarkBain takes the needle nose pliers from his master. The monster shows some hesitation but tosses it where Reeves is puking. A few seconds later Jason Reeves return to the scene. Osirus has a sly grin on his face. Amusement?
J.R: That was disgusting and I hope the FCC doesn't catch wind of that! Now Osirus if we could be serious for a moment. Two new stars have jumped aboard UGWC and both have claims to your past.
Osirus amusement vanished. He has taken a serious game face.
J.R: You've heard about the signings of "One Taste" Poison and Micheal "Fade" Gordy, right?
O.B: Oh, Sweet Poison, the nice young girl who led a small group of defeated pastys that was well... a lynch mob. They attacked me after a show and viciously put me out of commission for a good long while. Hung me, burnt me and left me to die. While I was recovering GWA fired me, told me I was too extreme. I was never able to extract my revenge.
J.R: And where does Mr. Gordy fall in?
O.B: Fade Gordy is just the lackey of the one man who could challenge my power. FADE GORDY IS THE BITCH OF JIHAD SULLIVAN! And everyone in the wrestling world knows that Jihad and I are for real. We have almost crossed paths but fate didn't want to end the world that quick.
J.R: End of the world? What?
O.B: Reeves, there is a prophecy. When two evils collide it creates a supernova of chaos. And in turn a black hole is summoned in humanity. Jihad knows that facing me would cause this. So he has sent Fade to soften me up, so he can claim the victory.
J.R: You are nuts.
O.B: Am I? Or am I the only one that makes sense?
Jason Reeves shakes his head and walks off scene. Osirus retreats back to his throne. The scene is slowly pulling away as the Unholy Pope returns to his trance. Is Osirus telling the truth about him and Jihad Sullivan? Will Jason Reeves recover from that sick scene? Why was DarkBain carrying pliers? Tune in next time to UGWC TV and there might be answers!
Static. [/i]
The static fades into a scene. Yes, once again it's time for UGWC TV! But the normal high spots of moments and matches aren't being played, that means it's not your normal UGWC programming. The scene is of a brilliant throne room. The egg white carpet, the brilliance of a chandelier hangs to give a classical look. Wait, this camera crew has been here before. And sitting on the throne of gold and velvet is that pale master of dark royalty, the shot caller of the hideous, monstrous mountain of a man next to him.
The Lee's Summit lunatic, the Unholy Pope himself, Osirus Blackhart. He doesn't say a word though as the camera crew move silently on the smooth rug. Osirus, dressed in leather pants large black boots and a royal dress shirt, seems lost in thought. His dual eye colors seem distant, like he really isn't looking. Almost like DarkBain's eyes, those cold, empty beady eyes.
A new figure creeps into the picture. UGWC journeyman Jason Reeves. Dressed in blue jeans and UGWC staff shirt he tilts his head at the distracted Blackhart. He turns his head back to the camera and shrugs.
J.R: Should we disturb him? He did request for some time.
Camera Man: Anything that'll get us out quicker.
Jason nods in agreement. Although this room is magnificent, the hallways leading to and the rest of the building is not up to par. Jason takes a deep breathe and leans in.
J.R: Mr. Blackhart? You wanted to speak to the UGWC?
O.B: I did.
Jason jerked back a bit. Osirus slowly moved. His neck and joints could heard cracking. DarkBain still didn't move. Blinking, Osirus rises. His platform boots made him tower over Jason.
J.R: Outlast was a few days ago. What did you think?
O.B: Sole survivors die too.
J.R: Excuse me?
O.B: A new champion was crowned. A new crown to take.
J.R: Are you speaking in parables?
O.B: (snarling) Mere mortal.
Suddenly the oak door burst open. DarkBain came out of his trance and we could hear the man beast growl (Can humans growl?). Two bald men in all black are holding a woman by her arms. The woman had red hair but was butch chopped, close to her head. Her slender body hardly noticeable through her red robe. The camera crew maneuver out of the way to show the three unknown individuals across Osirus and the sneering DarkBain. Osirus doesn't move, and neither does the monster.
O.B: What is the meaning of disrupting me, children?
One of the bald men bowed graciously to Osirus. Osirus just nods in return.
Bald Man: Master Osirus, sir. This servant girl was caught buying vanity supplies when shopping.
O.B: Oh? Vanity supplies? And why are you to be vain, my child?
The other bald man threw the sobbing woman towards Osirus. She slowly looks up, fear has overcome her.
Woman: Forgive me master! I had a stubborn pimple that wouldn't pop. I wished it to be gone.
O.B: Where is it?
Woman: On my cheek, sire. Please forgive me.
O.B: Rise.
Osirus walks with a regal slow pace as she mustered courage to get to her feet. He places his bony hands on her head and his eyes scan her. His slim thumb touch her cheek. The camera zoomed in and on her fair skin, we could see a red bump hardly visible.
O.B: And you wish for it to pop?
Woman: Yes sire!
O.B: Fetch me a pair of pliers.
DarkBain, with heavy footsteps, gave walked up behind Osirus and tapped him on the shoulder. Osirus turns around and DarkBain has in his hand needle nose pliers! Osirus looks at his monster strangely.
O.B: What were you doing with pliers, DarkBain?
DarkBain just gave a muffled growl, similar to the old Lurch. Osirus looks at the camera with a cunning smile.
O.B: I love having servants that can't talk.
DarkBain gave another muffled growl and slowly walks back. The camera is focused on Osirus and the sobbing woman.
O.B: Brace yourself child. Because this is going to really, really hurt.
Osirus places the pliers on the woman's face and applied pressure. The woman lets out a agonizing scream until some sort of liquid gushes from the spot. He slowly turns the pliers and applies pressure the other way. She screams again as more green and red liquid oozes from her clogged pore. He pulls away from her and she drops to her knees.
O.B: My dear, I don't think that was a pimple. Go take her... somewhere. I don't care where. Damn it smells!
The bald men quickly took the woman away. A visibly shaken Jason Reeves comes into the scene now. Osirus sniffs the pliers that has some of the puss, blood or whatever it is on it. He looks at Jason.
O.B: This smell to you?
Reeves puts his hand over his mouth.
O.B: Trashcan is behind the throne.
Reeves rushes behind the throne as DarkBain takes the needle nose pliers from his master. The monster shows some hesitation but tosses it where Reeves is puking. A few seconds later Jason Reeves return to the scene. Osirus has a sly grin on his face. Amusement?
J.R: That was disgusting and I hope the FCC doesn't catch wind of that! Now Osirus if we could be serious for a moment. Two new stars have jumped aboard UGWC and both have claims to your past.
Osirus amusement vanished. He has taken a serious game face.
J.R: You've heard about the signings of "One Taste" Poison and Micheal "Fade" Gordy, right?
O.B: Oh, Sweet Poison, the nice young girl who led a small group of defeated pastys that was well... a lynch mob. They attacked me after a show and viciously put me out of commission for a good long while. Hung me, burnt me and left me to die. While I was recovering GWA fired me, told me I was too extreme. I was never able to extract my revenge.
J.R: And where does Mr. Gordy fall in?
O.B: Fade Gordy is just the lackey of the one man who could challenge my power. FADE GORDY IS THE BITCH OF JIHAD SULLIVAN! And everyone in the wrestling world knows that Jihad and I are for real. We have almost crossed paths but fate didn't want to end the world that quick.
J.R: End of the world? What?
O.B: Reeves, there is a prophecy. When two evils collide it creates a supernova of chaos. And in turn a black hole is summoned in humanity. Jihad knows that facing me would cause this. So he has sent Fade to soften me up, so he can claim the victory.
J.R: You are nuts.
O.B: Am I? Or am I the only one that makes sense?
Jason Reeves shakes his head and walks off scene. Osirus retreats back to his throne. The scene is slowly pulling away as the Unholy Pope returns to his trance. Is Osirus telling the truth about him and Jihad Sullivan? Will Jason Reeves recover from that sick scene? Why was DarkBain carrying pliers? Tune in next time to UGWC TV and there might be answers!
Static. [/i]